#sometimes known as a cross fox

[critter-catcher]

Very excited to see this red fox stopping by for a quick drink!

Fun fact: Did you know there's 45 different subspecies of red foxes? There's even multiple color morphs for them!

[reddpenn]

Now that I'm back from the gem and mineral show, here are all the Cool Rocks I came home with!

A cute little coral fossil! He looks like a cauliflower.

A Keokuk geode! These geode beds aren't far from where I live, and it's always fun to have local specimens.

Phosphosiderite! This purple stone comes from Chile. It's so soft that it has to be stabilized with resin before it's cut. This one is a cross section of a botryoidial formation!

Speaking of botryoidial, this Hematite! Botryoidial means it has a bubbly shape kind of like a bunch of grapes. The faces of the bubbles on this pieces are super shiny and metallic.

Dendritic chalcedony, from Turkey! It's a white chalcedony full of dendrites - branching formations of manganese that look kind of like trees!

A cabochon for my cab collection! This one is made from a material sometimes called "ajooba jasper." The pattern is actually a cross section of a bunch of colorfully jasperized bivalve fossils!

Speaking of jasper, this one is Blue Mountain jasper, from Oregon! The circles in this stone are what’s known as an “egg pattern,” and jaspers which have them (Blue Mountain, Imperial jasper, and a few others) are collectively known as “fine jaspers,” the most valuable jaspers in the world.

Hyalite opal! This stuff forms water-clear spheres that look like jelly.

It fluoresces bright green under UV light!

Now to show off this year's haul of awesome agates!

Dryhead agate, from the Bighorn Mountains in Montana! This agate is named after the many bison skulls found in the area. A weird shaped guy with awesome red and orange bands.

Bou Lili agate, from Morocco! I like the name of this one. Soft banding and very subtle, muted colors. I've heard that this locale can produce peachy colors too.

Bear Canyon agate, from the Pryor Mountains in Montana! Agates from this locale have very stark black and white banding.

Red Fox agate, from Argentina! Sometimes this material is also called "crater agate" because the area it comes from is near the crater of an ancient volcano.

A Blue Sky thunderegg, from New Mexico! Thundereggs from this locale often have this two pointed, saucer-like shape.

It fluoresces really brightly!

Dulcote agate, from England! The bands of this agate are full of calcite, which gives them a strange, distinct texture.

Malawi agate, from Malawi! See all the cracks in it? Almost all Malawi agates have them. Frequent earthquakes due to the East African Rift cause these agates to crack and fracture.

Paint Rock agate, from Paint Rock Valley in Alabama! This agate is very rarely banded, and usually just contains swirls of red and yellow color.

A big, unpolished slab of Montana agate! This agate is known for its clear banding and black lines and spots, which are caused by manganese dendrites.

It's best viewed with some light behind it!

A smaller piece with really amazing dendrites!

Here it is backlit!

Fighting Blood agate, from Hebei Provence in China! This locale is known for its super saturated reds and yellows. This piece has purple amethyst crystals growing inside! They didn't photograph well; they are much more purple in person.

A really weird Fighting Blood agate! This one lacks the bright colors typical of this locale, but makes up for it with that super cool spiderweb pattern!

And finally, as is tradition, I came home with some Ethiopian opals! Here are the five I got this year.

And that's everything I got at the show!

[biolumien]

hello!! I loved your rooftop smoke fic so much oh my goodness could I ask for literally anything hoshina I would love to read more of your works... It would make my day if hoshina fell first/if he was the one hopelessly in love but anything that is easier to write for you I would love to read

ALSO PLS FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS IF ITS NOT EXACTLY IT FOR U!!! TYSM IN ADVANCE

notes: bwahhhh omg… thank you for liking my first work…  i havent written hoshina before… but uh. i hope this is good. same reader-insert from last time for this one too!

hoshina falls first (or tries not to, because to love is to be known)

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader i turned it into kind of a character study, forgive me word count: 1103

let’s get this right off the bat, to clear any misconceptions. hoshina’s not a romantic. he doesn’t fall for anyone first. he’s built up the demeanor of a sly, wily little fox not because he wanted to, but because he had to. tread lightly around others, and they will never know what lies in your heart, the insecurities that bubble and eat at you alive. never let them know how you feel, because as soon as your inherent, weak-willed intent is shown, you’ll be devoured alive.

well.

that’s what hoshina tells himself, anyway. 

it’s what he has to remind himself of constantly when he sees you.

you’re not allowed, he reminds himself, to get under his skin. not in any mean way, not in the way where you play up his insecurities–except you do, don’t you? you don’t mean to, but he gets the impression that if he were conventionally stronger, more impressive, that he’d deserve your attention, the small smile that crosses your lips and lights up your eyes when you see him, the faint exhale of breath when you see him–he’d deserve that if he were better. if he were just simply better, he’d deserve it. he’d feel worthy of it.

hoshina’s not a romantic.

he signed up for a line of very dangerous, practically suicidal work knowing it might mean the death of him.

all to prove that he was worth something.

he’s not the ashes you throw away, he’s a brilliant ball of fire, can’t you see–but he needed to prove that he could shine alone, under his own merit. he didn’t need anyone, except he needed mina to get him into the third division anyway. 

he didn’t need you, except he kept making excuses to get close to you, and not even in any particular suave way. hoshina practically pines for your affections and attention, but the key thing about it is that he refuses, in a way that’s either very cute or insanely frustrating, to make it seem like he’s making the first move. fleeting kisses he shared with you, he never properly initiated himself–he’d stand there, make a big show of leaving, and you’d pulled him by the collar to kiss him. 

but at the very least you seem to be accommodating about it, in any case. you sometimes end up preparing him a cup of tea when you go on break, as if instinctually expecting him.

hoshina wonders if he’s pavlov’s dog in this case–drawn by you, trained to behave around you.

he doesn’t know how he feels about it.

“you keep coming here,” you say to him one day in the lab. at your desk is a wide variety of papers–notes on chemical formulas for bullets, the blueprints for one of mina’s new absurdly-large guns shoved haphazardly under a stack of notebooks, a coffee cup clasped between your hands, and you blow some of the fresh steam off. “i’m starting to think the captain’s going to find you slacking off.”

there’s a sardonic smile on your lips, but hoshina’s gotten better at reading you. you’re happy to see him–he can see it in the tiny way you fidget a little bit when he takes the spare coffee mug from your desk, finding it full of coffee already. does he feel his face softening, his drawn-up shoulders relaxing? no, surely not. he’s better than that. he won’t be influenced by you–and yet. and yet. 

“you have a lock on your door if you don’t want to be disturbed,” hoshina says simply, taking a sip of the coffee. black with a single spoonful of sugar in it, because as much as it was impressive to drink your coffee purely black, hoshina quite frankly couldn’t take it. and he’d built as much a complex around that, too, as if a simple coffee preference might define how worthy he is of love. respect. the works. he watches you, sees dark under-eyes from days of restless work and the writer’s bump on your middle finger, and feels his heart squeeze.

god, he hates it. does he? does he hate it? is he insecure about that? does he hate that he doesn’t hate it? does he hate that by pining for you, by forcing his way into your life, that he’s created the rumblings of his own downfall? no. the worst part of it all is that he can’t hate you. can’t hate the way you watch him, and he wonders if you’re watching him the same way he observes you–like a prey animal, almost, twitchy and nervous, in an attempt to grasp at feeble understanding. 

“if you keep coming back here, i’m going to assume you’re in love with me,” you say.

and you have no idea what those words do to him, really. you don’t know, because hoshina has learned to obscure most of his emotions, at the very least. 

so why does his face feel so hot?

“hm.”

he can’t even come up with a proper retort. you’re staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for the classic hoshina quip–a cackle or giggle, a casual slap on the table with a you wish! attached to it. but it doesn’t come. hoshina stands there, gagged for a moment–and suddenly his grip on his coffee cup feels a little weak.

“hoshina.”

he wishes the smile on your lips didn’t trigger some gut instinct of delight in him.

he’s better than this, damn it. he’s better than this.

your smile quirks up the corners of your cheeks, and there’s something like a shy flush across your skin. and–

“i wish i could take a picture of your face right now,” you say. “you look like you’re coming down with something.”

hoshina scoffs, the sound a little more high-pitched than he’d like for it to be.

“you wish,” he says. 

“so are you?” you press. “in love with me?”

hoshina stares at you–there’s a sudden tightness in your shoulders that wasn’t there before–you’re worried about his answer. and despite it all–his bravado, his hatred of the mere idea that he might rely on someone else–that he would ever need someone to know his heart, that he might be cowed and tamed like a dog–

he loves you.

he doesn’t want you to be worried about the surety of his answer.

“yeah,” he says. “i love you.” and when that sudden tightness in your body language disappears, he finally finds the strength to quip, “just don’t faint over me, alright?” 

and when you reach out to hit his shoulder, he grasps you by the wrist and pulls you in to kiss you.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— mission: chaos fc

↪ muchly requested second part to the previous chapter. I had so much fun writing the first bit, so why not give you guys a second part?

ps. there'll be more parts to this... its' not over yet!

Lets' go with chaos fc!

Thank you thank you thank you to @alotofpockets for helping me with the different ideas and code names, so much to write the mayhem!

pairings: kim little x reader, kyra cooney cross x reader

summary: just 2 best friends being pests together, and enlisting the help of the young guns to help them out

"Yoo-hoo," You call out as you open the door to Kyra's hotel room and walk in, plonking yourself down on her bed as you end up hearing the tail-end conversation of her phone call with Viv.

Ultimately, you know you should try and stay out of trouble. After all, that's what you promised Leah, and you really should keep your promise.

However, you're a known troublemaker and well, wherever you go, trouble tends to follow.

It's only a matter of time...

"Yikes, Vivi sounds mad with you," You can't help but joke and whistle lowly, moving back to relax on the Australians' girls bed with your arms propped up on the pillows. "How bad was it?" You question, curiously.

"She lectured me for what felt like forever," Kyra huffs in protest and slumps back down onto her bed, "It's bad enough I already had an earful from Steph and Caitlin!" She whines.

You wince a bit as you feel bad for her having to deal with that, "Well, if it makes you feel any better I had to deal with a right telling off from Leah and you know she can be scary as hell sometimes," You mumble, shuddering slightly, "And shes' even threatened to ban me eating sweets for a month if she finds out I've got in any more trouble. Oh and there was talk about a leash as well,"

"Right, so no more pranks then?" Kyra slumps her shoulders down in realisation.

"Well, Kimmys' definitely gonna be keeping a closer on us now," You remark, knowing that your Captain will have a watchful eye on you both.

The older Australian nods in agreement, "Yeah, and Steph and Catilin as well probably," She notes.

"Yeah-- I know!" An idea pops into your head as you bolt up from where you're lounging about on her bed, "We'll come up with code names! That way, we can lay low and cause trouble and none of the girls will have a clue that we're talkin' about them!" You personally think the idea's great and you know full well it'll help in your cause to be choatic still.

"That's geinus!" Kyra exclaims, impressed with your ability to think quickly about it.

"Well, you know, I can be pretty smart at times," You remark, jokely pretending to flick your hair back. "Right, we'll be known as... Eagle 1 and Eagle 2," You declare.

"Eagle?" Kyra furrows her eyebrow, confused by where you'd gotten that idea from.

"Uh huh," You nod in agreement with the older girl. "Kimmy will be Tiny, because well, its' kinda self explanatory," You tell her.

Kyra snickers at you making fun of your Captains' height, "Okay. What about Steph and Caitlin?" She questions.

"Caitlin will be known as Veggie, because of Vegemite and Steph will be known as Floof," You begin to reel of the different names, "Alessia will be known as uh, butterfingers!"

"Because of how clumsy she always is?" Kyra smirks at your imaginative nickname for the blonde striker and you nod in agreement, "Alright, what about Katie?" She wonders.

"Leprechaun, because there little shits like she is-- I mean, we're like that too, but shes' Irish as well so it fits better!" You explain your thought process, shrugging your shoulders, "Emily will be known as Fox, like the animal," You state.

"Simple but effective," Kyra remarks, keeping track of the different code names you're coming up with, "Cloe and Frida?"

You tap your finger against your cheek, "Hm, Laces and Magnum, Cloe's last name is hard to pronounce and Magnums' close to Manuum," You delclare, finding the situation amusing to no end, "Oooh. Teyah will be prodigcy, because you know, that's what Katie keeps referring to her as, and Katherine will be umm, Kool-Aid, like the drink!"

"Kool-Aid?" Kyra smirks in amusement as you just confirm your idea with a stuble nod of your head, "Oh, what about Vic?"

"Pancake," You answer without a single thought, "Cos' shes' Dutch and there's a thing called Dutch pancakes-- Oooh, I really want one of them right now!" You stare into space, thinking about them and all you want is one right now.

"Y/N focus," Kyra snaps her fingers in front of your face, trying to get your attention.

You jolt and shake your head suddenly, "Huh-- What... What're we talkin' about again?" You wonder, getting lost in your thoughts about desert already.

"Code names," Kyra reminds you as she laughs, "We still need to figure out the ones' for the rest of them. "What about Sarah and Jonas?" She adds.

"Sarah will be baguette, because shes' french... and Jonas will be Thanos," You're very adamant about the latter, "Because hes' a villian," You hadn't taken the news of Vivs' depature from the club exactly too well and you low-key would like to fight him at some point.

"Still mad about it, huh?" Kyra winces, remembering your reaction to Viv leaving the club wasn't that great.

"Don't want to talk about it. It still hurts," Alongside Katie being the head of the Vivianne Miedema fan club, you were a close second. You were devestated when she played the game in a Arsenal shirt for the last time.

"Pst, Kyra," You whisper and lean over your seat to not to gently nudge the girl to get her attention without being caught out by Kim or the rest of the 'responsible' older girls.

You're currently on the coach on the way to Marvel stadium ahead of the open training session where the fans would have the opportunity to watch you train ahead of the game against the all stars team.

Ever since the phone conversation with Leah, you had definitely been under closer watch and the threats that the blonde made were still fresh in your head as a reminder, and you'll be damned if you miss out on eating sweet treats, best behaviour or not.

But nobody ever said it was fun to always be good and you definitely weren't.

"Yeah?" The older girl turns her head to look at you.

"I have an idea of who can be the next victim of our prank," You give her a coy smile as you nudge your head slightly, "I say we mess with Laces," You gesture to the older girl whos' happily minding her own business.

Kyra smirks at your decision, "What've you got in mind?" She wonders.

You can't help but grin as you lean over the seat and cover your hand over your mouth to whisper to her, "We can sneak into the locker rom ahead of the rest of them. We'll hide the shin pads," You whisper quietly into her ear.

"Perfect," Kyra grins in agreement with your idea to cause chaos once again.

"What're you pair whispering about?" Kim eyes' the two of you suspiciously, hesistant to have even allowed you to both sit near each other.

"Nothing!" Your both quick to respond, acting completley innocent in the situation at hand.

"Mhm, make sure it stays that way!" Kim is less reluctant to simply let that answer slide so she keeps a more thorough check on you.

When the coach pulls up at the stadium, your quick to try and make a break for it, but your Captain doesn't seem to think the same idea, "Not so fast. I want you where I can keep an eye on you," She states, knowingly.

"Kimmmm, seriously?" You whine in protest, but the tight grip that she has on your upper bicep makes it difficult for you to break free like youn want to do.

"Come on," Kim pulls you in the direction of the press conference that shes' got with Jonas and Steph, forcing you to sit on the side where she can keep an eye on you still, "Stay there, don't move," She warns, patting your head ever so pratronisingly before she heads off to join them on the stage.

You can't say you were too fond of being forced to sit there and listen to the journalists ask questions, especially when Steph was poking fun at you directly for your bad habits of wandering off and getting into trouble. 

"This is boring," You mutter to yourself and slump down in the chair, while you kick your legs back and forth in annoyance at the situation you've found yourself in.

How long would it take for Kim to realise you'd got up and left?

Only one way to find out, you guess.

"Y/N!" Your names' barked loudly, causing you to freeze in your spot before you slowly spin around and try flash her an innocent smile, "Sit down!"

"Aw shucks," You mutter and flop back down in the seat, trying to ignore the stern look that Kims' giving you while laughter breaks out in the room from everyone else.

"Only our Y/N," Steph chimes in, amusedly.

You realise you're stuck now and you need to resort to desperate measures to ensure that the chaos still happens.

"Young Guns, your time has come!" You think to yourself as you pull your phone out of your pocket to enlist the help of the girls in the academy.

Y/N created the group: mission chaos fc 💥💣💀

y/n added kyra, mini viv and & mini katie & 4 others to the chat

y/n changed kyra's name to eagle 2 🦅🦅 y/n changed freya's name to godfather 😎 y/n changed maddie's' name to baddie 😅 y/n changed vivs' name to winger 🪽 y/n changed laila's name to ernie 🤪 y/n changed naomi's name to diver 🤿 y/n changed katie's name spencer 👀 y/n changed your name to eagle 1 🦅

eagle 1 🦅: young guns. i need your help! godfather 😎: uh... what's this? baddie 😅: why is my name baddie? winger 🪽: what's going on, y/n? ernie 🤪: i'm so lost. godfather 😎: heh, i actually kinda like mine... 😊 baddie 😅: speak for yourself 🙄 spencer 👀: why is my name spencer?👀 eagle 1 🦅: FOCUS YOUNG GUNS, I'M DEPENDING ON YOU!🫵🏼 diver 🤿: umm okay, i'm confused. ernie 🤪: yeah, your not the only one...🫠 winger 🪽: should i get one of the girls to come help you? spencer 👀: i think we should eagle 1 🦅: noooooooo! ⛔⛔⛔⛔ DO NOT GET ANY OF THE OLDER GIRLS!🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️ i've been kidnapped, this is the plan... spencer 👀: if you've been kidnapped then we definitely need to tell someone! eagle 1 🦅: nooooo its' fine i'm stuck with mother kimmy and she won't let me out of her sight for the forseeable! i'm enlisting your help to join in on mission chaos fc, your time has come! diver 🤿: we should be concerned, right? godfather 😎: yeah, yeah... i think so eagle 1 🦅: your mission whether you choose to accept is up to you. the challenge is simple, i need you to go and hide laces shin pads. don't ask questions tho. do you wish to accept your mission? baddie 😅: whos' laces? 😕 eagle 1 🦅: I SAID NO QUESTIONS ooh right yeah, i realise now... uh its' cloe lacasse, baddie 😅: i'm down! diver 🤿: sure, why not spencer 👀: seems a bit risky... i don't know winger 🪽: we'll help you, eagle 1 🫡 eagle 2 🦅🦅 has entered the chat... eagle 2 🦅🦅 : y/n where are you? i can't find you-- have you been taken to the dark side? eagle 1 🦅: code names, eagle 2... i've been kidnapped by mother kimmy, the young guns' are now enlisted to help you out. i've got to go, my captivator is heading this way. good luck, live long and propser! 🫡 baddie 😅 : we won't let you down, eagle 1! eagle 2 🦅🦅: so long, partner... 🥲

© scribblesofagoonerr

[punksocks]

Astro Observations No.12:

-just my opinions, take them with a grain of salt !

-Does anyone else notice that Taurus in the big 6 (but even more in the big 3) gives people a square/sturdy look about them.? Their head or their hair or even their hands or their torso (more rectangular but ykno same rule applies) some physical aspect of them tends to be squared off.

-Omg nobody likes showing off their significant other like a fixed Venus! (If they really like them ofc)

-Mars in 1st/Aries risings walk really fast and are always going like they’re got places to be even when they’re just wandering around.

-Said this in my astro analysis on the show You but like, Mars in Asc/Aries rising women can have a bit like not like other girls or I mostly get guy friends vibe a lot of the time. Sometimes I notice this with Aries moon women as well (sometimes they think they’re above more traditionally feminine women sometimes they don’t, this depends on how they’re socialized imo)

-Scorpio/Chiron rising may have tattoos heal especially well on their body (it’s scarification after all)

-Men/Masc folks with heavy water placements tend to be…tumultuous. I think its a cross of how masculinity is defined societally (patriarchy is such a thing) and the intense emotionality that water heavy folks already tend to experience. I think developed water heavy guys can be very comforting and emotionally in tuned and have a very nuanced sense of masculinity, but they usually have a lot of work to do to get there. Heavy Scorpio placements are known for this but Men with Cancer in the big 6 have a lot of work to do with their relationship to women & femmes/feminity/their mothers/ being nurturing/healthy emotional expression.

-Where Capricorn is can show where you’re picky and a bit rigid in your expression- Venus means you’re picky about who you romance and befriend and you can be critical of your friends and partners; moon means you express your emotions in very particular ways and can be rigid in naming your harder feelings etc.

-No matter how sweet someone is, if they have a fire Mercury they’re gonna say something out of pocket (they’re gonna go too far with a joke or something) to you just because they’re a fire Mercury. No filter imo.

-Do Gemini Venus women appear fox like or is that just something I see? Lol (maybe true for Gemini Asc as well?)

-Mercurial risings do tend to look youthful and mischievous, I believe Mercury is a trickster god in mythology and I see that all over virgo/gemini Asc. Just a sparkle of mischief in their eyes even if they’re not up to anything nefarious. Also they frequently have people guess they’re much younger than they are.

-It’s so interesting that no mater how dark Scorpio risings look kids are often like totally chill with them or even drawn to them. I’ve had kids stare and approach me. Idk why, I do feel protective over my siblings but those are kids I know lol. Maybe it’s Pisces in 5th? Giving a ethereal and empathetic approach to children in general? Food for thought. (Once a tiny girl complimented my hair from a car window and I thought I was hearing things then I saw her and I was like :,0 thank you precious child and that was that lol)

-Earth moons can have a special soothing relationship with animals, like calming for the animals and the moon natives. It’s almost symbiotic at times.

-I’m big on wearing what you want in general but especially if you’ve got that 1st, 4th, 10th house Lilith/ Lilith conjunct, square, opposition your ascendant - Reclaim your power and wear. what. you. want. Your confidence will carry you a long way. (Same can apply for Pluto aspecting Asc)

[sourpatchys]

•Pretty Boy•

You weren't sure when and you weren't sure how— but you were definitely falling for the blue eyed archer.

You'd been with the group since the beginning, doing your best to survive with them, but completely unsure on how to interact with them.

Even before, you weren't much of a people person, always enjoying your alone time just a little too much.

But somehow, you're alone time wasn't so lonely anymore— and you couldn't say you minded.

You started taking watch with Daryl as a way to get away from the chaos in the prison. One person was better than several— that's what you told yourself.

But now— looking over and seeing his unkept hair flutter just a bit in the wind— you weren't so sure.

It was cold, the hot Georgia heat plummeted at night, the humidity storing itself away for a few hours, waiting for its chance to strike once more.

He was wearing a god awful poncho, and you'd told him as such when you'd sat down together an hour prior.

"I'm not lookin' to win a fashion show anytime soon."

You couldn't even argue. But the absurdity of it all did make you laugh just a little.

The silence you had between you was comfortable, no one was talking because neither of you needed too— completely content.

It was somewhat of a routine at this point.

You'd crack a joke about what he was wearing, maybe about how long his hair was getting, (it was curling out by his ears making him look like a fox) or he'd do the same to you— and then you'd just sit, and watch.

Sometimes you'd fall asleep, the cool air and the breeze reminding you of your old box fan that never had a days rest.

When that happened you somehow always woke up back in your cell.

You never brought it up, Daryl didn't seem to want to talk about it, and you didn't want your curiosity to stop it from happening.

It was like a fun little adventure, a piece of the old world you got to keep with you. Why would you ever want it to stop?

A particularly cold gust of wind blew into you, and while it wasn't as harsh as the cold from last winter, it still made you shiver.

"Cold?"

You almost didn't hear him, his voice was so soft.

"Yeah, I guess I should've brought my own ugly poncho."

He scoffed at you, a faint line of a smile on the corner of his lips.

You had expected that to be it, a little light hearted banter to keep the mood up.

But Daryl apparently had other ideas.

He sat up straight, pulling off his crossbow— shaking out of the poncho in question.

Within seconds he had it draped around your shoulders, a content look on his face that told you he felt like he'd done a wonderful service.

"Ya can have this one for now."

Reaching your hands up, you wrapped the fabric closer into your body— the faint smell of, what could only be described as *Daryl* wasping into your nostrils.

You supposed it wasn't your least favorite smell.

"Thank you."

He hummed, turning away from you again— pulling his bow into his lap.

You stared at him, without the extra layer you could see him fully. The build up of grime on his arms, the rise and fall of his chest.

It was as if you were seeing him for the first time.

It was a stupid notion to make, you'd  seen him plenty, hell— you'd known the man for probably over a year at this point.

But something about seeing him in the night sky had you unable to turn away.

He's beautiful

"What er' you lookin at." He griped, glancing your way with something not far off from irritation.

It definitely wasn't a question. But you answered anyways.

"You."

He leaned back on his hands, turning his head towards you, staring you in the eyes. Like he was looking for something.

"Why?"

It was a question this time— and it took you a moment to process. His voice was soft, much softer than you'd ever heard it before.

His walls weren't up right now.

"Because I think you're pretty."

You saw a look of— bewilderment? Crossed his face. A look that said— "what the fuck are you talking about".

It honestly made you giggle.

"I ain't pretty."

That got a real laugh out of you. Which seemed to only confuse him more.

"I think you are." You said, in between soft chuckles.

Scoffing he turned away, but you could see the wheels in his head turning, trying to figure out what to say next— or if he should say anything at all.

Seeing Daryl Dixon speechless was something you'd pride yourself on for years to come— you were sure of it.

You were feeling quite brave tonight— and maybe a bit mischievous. So you leaned into his space, placing one of your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance as you shuffled to your knees to face him.

"I can prove it"

He tensed under your touch, as if you were made of fire and he was afraid to get burnt.

He didn't say anything, just looking at you— that same wonderstruck look in his eyes. His walls still hadn't been build back up— he was allowing himself to be vulnerable.

Just for you it seemed.

Bringing your other hand to his cheek, you felt him flinch slightly.

Suddenly he knew what you were about to do.

And suddenly he realized— he didn't want to stop you.

Leaning down, you bright your lips to his. They were chapped— but they still had an underlying softness you hadn't expected.

It was just a peck, and you were satisfied with how it went down, leaning back on your heels to look at him.

"See—" you started, a slight chuckle already forming.

He looked at you, the last bit of his walls breaking down entirely at the look in your eyes.

"I only kiss pretty boys."

[theresattrpgforthat]

It would be awesome if you could recommend some solo ttrpgs! I've been getting into them a lot lately and want to know more of what's out there. Especially journalling ones, as I enjoy creative writing. So far I've looked into (and will probably buy soon) Firelights, Apawthecaria, and Fox Curio's Floating Bookshop.

Also, I love this blog a ton. Already there have been some awesome games I've learned about from you, including the one you're currently working on. Excited to give it a try sometime! Keep being amazing 💜.

Theme: Solo Journalling Games

Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm certainly excited to run Protect the Child for folks, play-testing it so far has been really fun!

As for your ask, solo games and journalling go hand in hand. These next few games are just a sampling of what I've added recently to my Solo Games folder on Itch.

Cats Know Things, by Mushroom Witch Games.

CATS KNOW THINGS is a light-hearted game meant to tell a humorous story of intrigue, all while pretending to be a very nosy cat. 

But you are no ordinary cat.

You are a very special feline who, through some magic you cannot explain, can communicate with your human, an individual who wishes to make their mark in society by any means necessary. The two of you decide to start a society page, (a very fancy type of tabloid newspaper dedicated to a particular location) revealing the glitz, glamour, and inner turmoil of the town’s most notable individuals. 

Use a d6 and a d10 to generate numbers, and sneak into places to listen into secret or private conversations. Then bring this news to your human companion, so that they may relay this gossip in the local society page. You need to find 6-8 scintillating stories before the week is up, so that your human has enough to print.

If you want a game full of scandal and cute furry little rumour-mongers, this might be the game for you!

Lingering, by Meghan Cross.

The last thing you remember, you were dying.

Now, breath fills your lungs once more and your eyes open, slowly shifting side to side as you attempt to regain your bearings. You are alive. But you are…changed. Your human form is gone, and in its place is one that is different, foreign, animal…

In Lingering, you play as a person who has died, only to find yourself alive again in an animal form, unable to move on to your eternal rest until you settle business left unsettled from your life. 

Throughout the course of a game, you will make several attempts to communicate with a chosen human, hoping to convey a message to them so they can assist you and help you move on once and for all. 

This game uses a deck of cards and some guiding adjectives to determine how your attempts at communication will go. Over eight rounds, you’ll flip cards while guessing as to whether each card will be higher or lower than the previous one, and a successful guess means a successful interaction. The details of those attempts are what you’ll be journalling, and Lingering provides a number of questions that you might try to answer with each attempt.

This game takes place over eight rounds, so it’s excellent if you want a short, contained game. It also has a two-player option if you want to try this game out with a loved one.

Dragon Dowser, by HatchlingDM.

Dragon Dowser is a solo journaling RPG using the Carta SRD by Peach Garden Games. You play a mysterious character known as a 'Dowser'. Your aim is to locate abandoned dragon eggs and return them to your Sanctuary. If you succeed before expending your resources, the hatchling you rescue will be reared to change the kingdom forever! 

This is a lovingly crafted game that uses card suits to represent four different kinds of ways your character will be tested, as they interact with different cultures, explore new landscapes, and dea with various conflicts, both human and nature-made.

You’ll travel across a grid of cards that provide you with journaling prompts as you travel. You’ll expend resources to overcome obstacles, looking for a dragon egg, represented by an Ace! Once you return this egg to a sanctuary, you’ll journal about your experience of raising the hatchling. Based on the games you’ve mentioned so far, I think Dragon Dowser is right up your alley.

EDEN, by blasez-faire.

You are Judaiah Clark, the Head Botanical Researcher at the Southern Sector of Eden. You are here for exactly 10 days, and were a last minute choice after the sudden disappearance of ■■■■■■ ■■■■■, the last person to hold this position. You are not here for work. Investigate.

EDEN is a single-page game that takes place over the course of 10 in-game days, with two questions that you will have to answer in your journal for every day. You are expected to write up a report with detailed notes, so much of the extrapolation taken from each pair of questions is going to come from your own imagination. To help with this you might want to come up with names for other characters, draw a map of the Southern Sector, or go into detail about the plants that this research station grows.

One thing is for sure - this is going to be a horror story. If you like games that give you a lot of room to stretch your creative wings, and you also like writing terrible endings for your characters, you might like this game.

Black Mountain Numbers Station, by Simon de Vet.

You wake one morning to the sound of a voice on the radio reading a series of numbers. On impulse, you jot them down. These numbers will become your life.

Black Mountain Numbers Station is a one-page, solo-journaling game about a mysterious broadcast, and about finding patterns in randomness. Using a unique dice mechanic to prompt you to describe your journey, you will tell a short story of obsession, frustration, and discovery.

This game is uses a 6x6 grid with boxes that you’ll need to fill when you roll a pair of dice. You’ll trigger evens when you roll doubles or find a certain pattern on the grid as you fill it, and in both of these cases, you’ll write special journal entries. The game ends when you fill your Frustration track, which symbolizes listening for too long without learning anything new. What exactly you learn, however, is up to you.

Bound, by K Ramstack.

Bound is a single player setting agnostic game about the connection between two people as they travel to a destination through the destruction of the world on a journey they will most likely not complete.

You will create two characters, their relationship to one another, the destruction that haunts them, and the motive for them to move forward.

During the game, you will be asked to write scenes in first person, switching perspectives between characters, and using their personality traits and subjective conceptualizations of each other to answer prompts.

Bound has a single and two-player version, and uses two decks of playing cards, one for each character. Each card will relate to a prompt on the prompt table, but only the highest ranked prompt will be answered. Each prompt will ask a question about the relationship, and how it changes.

If you want a deeply emotional game with a beautiful layout and lovely art, this is the game for you.

The Narrator Paradox, by psychound.

The Narrator Paradox is a one page solo-narrating game where you try to tell a story … if your protagonist will let you. In it, you determine the five acts of your story based on an oracle, then make rolls for your plot beats to see if you can wrangle your protagonist into the prescribed narrative. If you can't, they defy you and take the story into their own hands. Wrestle the story into shape against a rebellious hero, or lose them forever and have to finish the story without them in it. 

Using the Major Arcana of a tarot deck, two six-sided dice and a coin, The Narrator Paradox has a number of different ways that you’ll try to keep your story on track. However, with so much randomness, your protagonist is sure to have a mind of their own. This feels very much in tune with how many writers talk about their characters as if those characters have their own desires, so if you’ve ever related to that you might enjoy this game.

Also Check Out...

My Solo Games tag! I use this tag for every recommendation post specifically for solo games.

[hearthandheathenry]

All About Beltane

Beltane, also known as Bealtaine in Irish, is a Gaelic holiday traditionally held on May 1st or the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. It is believed to be named after the Celtic sun god Belenus. It was widely observed in Ireland, Scotland, and the Isle Of Man, and is one of the 4 major Celtic fire festivals. It is mentioned in even the earliest Irish literature and marked the beginning of summer and used as the marker to drive cattle into their summer pastures. Although public celebrations have mostly fallen out after the 20th century and many traditions have been mixed with other cultural holidays (such as the Roman holiday May Day), many Celtic Neopagans and Wiccans still celebrate, and many local traditions still continue, causing it to now get a cultural revival.

Traditionally, rituals were held to protect the livestock that moved pastures, along with crops, dairy products, and people, and to encourage growth. It was also important to appease the Aos Sí, or nature spirits/fairies, which were believed to be more active then.

According to early medieval texts in 908, druids would make two bonfires and drive cattle between them to protect them from disease. In the 18th and 19th centuries, bonfires continued to be an important part of the celebrations. Before the bonfires were lit, all hearth fires were put out, and then relit using the fire from the Beltane bonfires after the celebration.

Continuing into the 19th century, cattle were still driven over or between flames, or sometimes around the fires or made to leap over. The people themselves did as well for good luck and protection. Once the fires died down, people would dab themselves with the ashes and sprinkle them over their crops and livestock. Torches from the bonfires would also be brought home and carried around the home or boundaries, and also used to relight the hearth.

Food was also an important part of the Beltane festival, and usually included a feast of lamb, which, historically, was sacrificed. In 1769, it was written that a hot drink, called a caudle, made of eggs, butter, oatmeal, and milk was served, along with tossing a bit on the ground as an offering. A Beltane Bannock, a type of oatmeal cake, was also written to be important and had a few traditions around it.

In one tradition, the Beltane Bannock had nine knobs on it and each person would take the bannock and face the fire, proceeding to break off the knobs of bannock one at a time and tossing them behind their shoulder as an offering to the spirits for protection over their livestock and from predators (one for the cow, one for the sheep, one for the fox, etc). Afterwards, they would drink the caudle.

According to other 18th century writers, there was another Beltane Bannock tradition where the bannock would be cut into slices and one was marked with charcoal. The slices were then thrown into a bonnet and everyone would take one out while blindfolded. According to one writer, whoever pulled the marked bannock slice had to leap through the fire 3 times. According to another, the person would instead be pretend-thrown into the fire and for some time afterward people would talk about the person as if they were dead. This may have always been symbolic, or it may have been a tradition from a time where actual human sacrifice was used. This tradition was also near identical to May Day traditions that occurred in Wales and other parts of Europe, however.

Other traditions including flowers and plants were also observed, especially ones that evoked fire. Documents from the 19th century cite that yellow and white flowers, such as primrose, rowan, hawthorn, gorse, hazel, and marsh marigold was used and placed at doorways and windows. Sometimes they were strewn into garland, and other times they were made into bouquets, made into crosses, or fastened to them. They were also fastened to cows and milking/butter equipment.

Decorating a May Bush or May Bough was also a widespread tradition, and it usually consisted of a small tree or branch (typically hawthorn, rowan, holly, or sycamore) decorated with bright flowers, ribbons, candles, painted shells or egg shells from Easter, and more. In some traditions they also decorated it with gold and silver May Balls, which were hurling balls, that were then either given out to children or gifted to winners of a hurling match. It was also known as the only acceptable time to cut a thorn tree, as they were associated with fairies and may have also been a relic of worshipping tree spirits. It would either be decorated where it grew, or branches hung over windows, doors, roofs, and barns either inside or outside. Traditionally, it was the responsibility of the eldest of the house to decorate it.

The tree was usually left up until May 31st, but in some traditions it would be burned in the festival bonfire after singing and dancing around it. In Dublin and Belfast, May Bushes were brought into town and decorated by the whole neighborhood, with each neighborhood competing for the most beautiful bush. These competitions could also lead to neighborhoods attempting to steal others May Bushes, which eventually led to the May Bush being outlawed in Victorian times.

Appeasing the fairies was also a big part in Beltane celebrations, with many traditions revolving around offerings to the fairies and also warding them off, as there were many fears around them stealing dairy. One protection tradition was to leave 3 black coals under the butter churn. Another was to hang May Boughs on the milk pails. And yet another was to hang cattle tails in the barns. Flowers were also used to decorate the cattle's horns for good luck.

Farmers would also lead a procession around the boundaries of the farm and would "carry with them seeds of grain, implements of husbandry, the first well water, and the herb vervain (or rowan)", stopping at the four cardinal points of direction starting at the east, and performing rituals towards each direction at each stop. These processions were said to bring protection of their farm produce and encourage fertility. Some people also made the sign of the cross using milk on the backside of cattle for good luck.

As for fairy offerings, one tradition was to pour milk or leave food at places associated with the fairies such as "fairy trees". In Ireland, cattle were brought to "fairy forts" where a small amount of their blood was poured into the earth with prayers of the herd's safety. Sometimes, the blood would be left to dry and then be burnt.

Visiting holy wells was also a popular way to celebrate Beltane. Visitors would walk sunwise, moving from east to west, around the well while praying for health. They would then leave offerings of coins or cloth. The first water drawn from the well on Beltane was thought to be especially potent, and would bring good luck to the person who drew it.

Morning dew on Beltane was also thought to bring goodluck and health, and maidens would wash their face with it or roll in it at dawn or before sunrise on Beltane. It was also collected in a jar, left in sunlight, and then filtered. The dew was said to increase sexual attractiveness, maintain youthfulness, protect from sun damage, and ensure skin health during the ensuing year.

Modern day celebrations may vary from these more traditional festival activities, but many choose to incorporate or take inspiration from the traditions at least. Popular traditions still revolve around bonfires, feasts, decorating a May Bush, and focusing on protection and growth.

Beltane Associations

Colors - yellow, white, red, green

Food - lamb, milk and dairy, beef, bannocks, caudle, cakes

Animals - cattle, sheep, other herd animals

Items - primrose, rowan, hawthorn, gorse, hazel, marsh marigold, holly, sycamore, yellow and white flowers, flower garland, greenery, morning dew, dairy products

Crystals - citrine, fire agate, fire opal, carnelian, red and yellow jasper

Other - protection, fertility, good luck, fire, smoke, ash, sun, bonfires, farming

Ways To Celebrate

light a bonfire

jump over or dance around a bonfire

decorate a May Bush or May Bough

craft and hang flower garland

bake Beltane Bannocks

collect morning dew

create some caudle

ward and protect your home or property

leave offerings for the fairies

focus on protection, growth, and luck magic

enjoy time in the sun

have a feast

create a bouquet out of yellow and white flowers

visit a farm or petting zoo

[ctheathy]

Hiii May I request for Nine x Sweet Seedrian Reader? Yandere or not im okay with any! Thank you for all the tails variety content its v much appreciated

Yandere Nine w/ sweet!seedrian!Darling

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: Good day, Nonnie =))) tried my hardest to get creative with this concept, especially as I headcanon the counterpart foxes [Nine, Mangey and Sails] into sometimes having visions of the memories the original Tails held.

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindset • Illusions • Mention of Cosmo’s death • He views the core memories that belonged to Tails as hallucinations • Nine’s isolation

What a complex scenario you're in ... Seedrians are known to be quite the rare and valuable characters, their species being infrequent among the environment as a whole and especially when it comes to Nine’s dimension. It is an absolute miracle you haven't been taken in as a captive yet and even managed to meet Nine in the first place, regarding his hidden agenda and isolated workshop from the community. As soon as you cross paths with the fox, the interaction is going to be quite similar as it would usually go. We have Nine trying to reject any offerings of friendship all while being sarcastic and demanding for answers in the process. He just doesn't understand... He's behaving absolutely intolerable towards you and he knows it. He constantly gives you the cold shoulder and snarky attitude towards the smallest acts of kindness you provide.

But in a way... Your sudden appearance to him sends him in a constant state of deja vu. He might behave coldly towards you, but your kind and optimistic behaviour. It sends him in a complete daze whenever even a few words leave your lips. Almost as if his mind is filled with memories that don't belong to him. You remind him of someone he has seen among his daydreams and fantasies. Thoughts that also seemed to belong to another... Certain visions slipping into his mind of another seedrian he has never even met before in his actual life. One who has died within his own mind literal years ago.

...Cosmo ?

Your arrival starts to freak him out ever so slightly. He's had dreams of a similar creature that looked just like you... And you seem to hold similar characteristics too, as well as your kindness and generosity. He cannot help but compare you to the mere picture of the one pleasant memory he has formed in his own fantasies. Illusions he believes to have created for his own self benefit and to prevent the loss of his sanity due to the isolation he faced. He'll start to question your existence and become hesitant with his behaviour towards you ...almost seeing you as if you were a Godsend created just for him in order to save him from his own loneliness.

Nine tends to assume the information he's seen among his illusions as in truthful to your own history, not getting the fact that you both are two separate seedrians. He's always viewed Cosmo as some sort of angel back in the day when she used to corrupt his dreams. And now he cannot help but expect you and hold you accountable to fill that same void as she used to before her eventual demise. Nine tends to grow more attached to you due to his aspect of the truth between realism and the simple illusions he's had in his past. And despite his desire for a realistic point of view, he is quite frankly just determined to believe that you are in fact that same seedrian as the one he's always considered emotional support, that you came back to life in order to protect him from his dreadful fate.

And he will keep you to fulfill that mere hallucination of his. Even if it's against your will.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN EVERY EPISODE OF TEEN WOLF EVER

part ii (part i HERE)

coach finstock philosophy being the thing that actually fixes you

a soundtrack that consists of the sort of music that makes you wish you were no longer alive, plus (ironically) the excellent song lose your soul by dead man's bones 

jeff davis forgetting character's ages and back stories and sometimes the characters themselves (fuck you forever for kira, jeff, you massive poopy head)

jeff davis forgetting the plot

jeff davis forgetting the fact that nobody likes him

tuning in for sterek and staying for sterek even when jeff davis stops giving the sterek scenes together, and staying for sterek even after one half of sterek leaves, in the hope that the half of sterek who left will one day return so you can keep on watching for sterek even though sterek is not even canon and you know inherently it never will be  

brilliantly appalling special FX

meredith having even crazier eyes than the character from the show orange is the new black who has crazy eyes and is actually named crazy eyes 

tyler hoechlin hands down having the best spine-tingling-hairs-standing-up-on-the-back-of-your-neck werewolf roar of any werewolf on any film or tv show about werewolves ever FIGHT ME

queer allegory my beloved <3

isaac inexplicably wearing a scarf all-year-round

all the characters bar derek (only bc it's hard to get it wrong with a henley and black jeans which is all he ever wears apart from the one-time crimson thumbhole shirt that was inspired drip) having honestly the worst fucking dress sense

jackson being the angriest most brilliantly hammy antagonist ever with the best facial expressions known to humankind who ends up evolving into the most adorable gayest gay to ever gay living his best life in londonia with his lovely boyfriend ethan where they are now both runway models for jean paul gaultier (who everybody knows is a french werewolf from way back when in the la bête du gévaudan era)

getting the feeling you should be doing absolutely anything else with your time instead of watching these idiots yet being completely addicted to loving this penny and dime clown show more than you love your own nearest and dearest 

VOID STILES BEING A 1000 YEAR OLD FOX DEMON THAT MAKES YOU HARD

having the constant need to shake scott vigorously because he is the funko pop! bobble head we all know and are forced to tolerate 

chris argent being such a cringe over-the-top-gun-toting-who's-your-daddy-badass that he somehow actually manages to circle back around to being rad af  

chris argent being so real and a dilf

none of the characters ever talking about the fact that scott's dad was an abusive arsehole apart from stiles because stiles is a champion amongst men who makes sure to tell scott's dad between scenes that his head looks like a cross between a crescent moon and a foot

every single character on the show knowing that there is not a hint of a shadow of a doubt that derek and stiles are doin the narsty—even the off-camera characters we never get to meet are always congregating on the reg in the grocery store or the coffee shop or the WSWA (We See Werewolves Anonymous) bi-weekly meetings and are all like "you know that furious-looking autistic dude with the spectacular monobrow whose eyes are sometimes definitely way too blue? and the noodly peewee herman MIT ADHD kid with the duct tape jeep whose dad is the sheriff of this fictional town none of us live in? they are definitely fucking omg." 

each and every school lesson we see scott and stiles attending actually being a top secret pentagram level mission impossible code for whatever supernatural shit is about to go down in beacon hills that day 

outing you as the monsterfucker you really are LMFAO

(find part i HERE)

[phanfictioncatalogue]

hi, hope you all are doing well! :) i was wondering, do you have any recs for slowburn fics that still continue on after they get together? i love slowburn but sometimes i get sad when the fics end immediately after they get together 😭😭 like i want it to take 80k words for them to kiss but i also want to see 20k words of them together after that yk 🙏🏻 thanks so much! :))

No I totally get it. Here’s what first came to mind from what I’ve read, but feel free others to drop your recs!

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why?

He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

(TW) Absolutely Lovely (ao3) - Autumn_Kismet

Summary: His friends and family think he's acting strange, they're worried that he's depressed again, but Dan doesn't see it. The only thing he sees is the new guy at school, the quirky one with the black hair and stunning blue eyes, and that's bad. So bad... because he likes him, and Dan can't like him. Dan can't be gay. He'll lose his family, he'll lose his friends... he'll become just like his father, and that's the last thing that he wants in the entire world. It's a scary thought that he doesn't think will ever go away and if there's the possibility of that happening, of him becoming the disgusting monster that his father was, or is, then maybe the world is better off without him, regardless of what PJ's dad, his mum's new husband, has to say.

Believe in Me (ao3) - Elleberquist6

Summary: Dan Howell is living at home while he’s saving money for college, which isn’t easy since his parents don’t understand him. Unlike them, he loves dogs, is a vegetarian, has no interest in the family business, and he despises the supernatural. He struggles to accept things that are illogical, even though he is a kitsune. Kitsune are foxes whose powers involve the ability to cast illusions, but Dan just wants to be normal. Phil Lester has just moved to London, where he works as a dog walker. When his path crosses with Dan, Phil is eager to get to know him. Unfortunately, Phil soon finds that being friends with Dan is far more complicated than he could have imagined.

(TW) Break Me (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: In this world, you're marked with black. That's if you have a soulmate at least. Everyone is destined to cross paths with the one who is meant for them, at least once in their lives.

When you and your soulmate meet, you will touch, if only briefly, and the exact area of skin you touch with the other turns from black to white, with streaks of blue, purple, yellow, all marbled in with each other.

Daniel Howell is well-known in town. People cross the street if they're approaching him and newcomers to the neighbourhood are warned about his presence. Exactly like the Lester's were. But Phil Lester has other ideas, he saw the pain within the boy, how bad can he really be?

(A story about abuse, self-destruction, but ultimately, love. Please read safely.)

Butterfly (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil Lester, a lonely writer, finds a dying boy with beautiful black wings on a cold, rainy night in a dingy alleyway. He recognizes the boy as one of the winged men hated by human society. They are considered to be wild, ferocious beasts, but Phil's sympathy forces him to help the boy.

What happens when the boy, considered to be a wild beast, gets too attached and follows him home with an innocent, dimpled smile?

Cat and Mouse (ao3) - jilliancares

Summary: Dan Howell is the Panther. He's evil, nefarious, ingenious, and good at coming up with adjectives for himself. The Raven is a nuisance, but he's definitely the most fun part when it comes to being a villain. As a child, Dan had been scared of his powers. He'd been weak. He'd become strong, though. Strong enough to torment the city; strong enough to annoy the Raven with every opportunity he got.

Phil Lester only had one goal these days. To become strong enough to defeat the Panther.

Desires (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: What would you do if you were suddenly hauled from your inauspicious life and dumped into an unforeseen catastrophe with your worst enemy?

Dan Howell and Phil Lester completely and utterly hate each other. They fight every time they meet, and all of their friends are tired of it. But one day, these two hot-headed, reckless men stumble through a secret passage in a mysterious old house and wake up on a strange island uninhabited by other intelligent life forms. They only have each other and no way to escape. Will they fight to death, or will they learn to trust each other in a world where no one else exists? Can they put aside their mutual hatred for each other to survive this misfortune?

(TW) Head Down Low (ao3) - Rhensis

Summary: Dan isn’t right. He’s not like most of the others, he’s not genetically pure. He has no destined path, he has nothing going for him in life. He’ll be lucky to get himself a job in a fast food kitchen, and everyone looks down on him like he’s a piece of dirt stuck at the bottom of their shoe. Except one person: Phil Lester.

I Want It, I Got It (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie starring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Mind Reader (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's head was always filled with noise. He'd been blessed/cursed with the power to read minds, but not the power to control it. He heard the thoughts of everyone near him, and the constant voices in his head were close to driving him mad.

That is, of course, until he met Phil Lester, the only one who could make his mind go silent.

(TW) Those Who Trust (ao3) - theshyauthor

Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.

Trust Me, I'm Broken Too (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The Lesters – the royal family of his homeland – was nothing like Dan thought they would be. Well, the King was just as horrible as he had heard but the King’s brother’s son, who was third in line for the throne, was nothing like Dan thought he’d be. Dan had been adrift for three years going from one “place of employment” to another, only his life was seen as worthless and he was more property than an employee. He had never imagined he’s end up as the property of Prince Philip.

The Prince had no intention of ever taking on a personal servant, which was a fancy name to disguise the fact a law essentially enslaved people. Phil often had to do things he didn’t want to or risk being removed from the succession to the crown. If that happened, who knew who his tyrant of an uncle would pick as a successor? When pressured into the choosing, he’d wanted to go for the most innocent, young girl, but hard brown eyes caught his attention instead.

-Rae

(A lot of these I loved and totally forgot about so thanks for the reminder!!!!)

[dionysianivy]

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐬 🕯🐆

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝

Dionysus is often accompanied by leopards in his travels around the world. In many depictions and paintings, he is shown wearing leopard skin. The leopards symbolize untamable creatures, representing the wildness of life. He is also frequently depicted riding leopards, or sometimes even taking the form of a leopard himself.

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲

Dionysus is also depicted riding donkeys, which are considered sacred to him. In one myth, while traveling to the oracle at Dodona, Dionysus encountered a large lake blocking his path. A donkey helped him cross the water, and in gratitude, Dionysus placed the donkey and its companion among the stars as a constellation. Donkeys also appear in the myth of King Midas, who was punished with donkey’s ears after suggesting that a satyr was a better musician than Apollo. Additionally, Dionysus is credited with helping Hephaestus return to Olympus, leading him on a donkey.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

The image of Dionysus riding a panther embodies the wild and untamed nature of both the god and his followers. The panther, with its sleek and powerful form, symbolizes the primal instincts that Dionysus and his Maenads embraced during their frenzied rituals. Dionysus is often depicted not only riding panthers but also dancing around them or wearing panther skins.

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥

Bulls were frequently sacrificed to Dionysus, and in some versions of the myths, he is depicted with bull horns. Ampelos, a young lover of Dionysus, once rode a wild bull and taunted Selene, the moon goddess, about the bull's horns. In her jealousy, Selene sent a gadfly to torment the bull, which caused it to go mad, leading to Ampelos' tragic death. Bulls, like Dionysus, symbolize duality: they can be tamed, but they are also full of raw, primal energy lurking just beneath the surface.

𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫

Like other big cats, tigers also accompanied Dionysus on his journeys. He is often portrayed riding a chariot drawn by tigers or even riding a tiger.

𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧

Lions are another symbol of Dionysus, representing both wilderness and dominance. In one myth, Dionysus transformed into a lion when he was nearly kidnapped by Tyrrhenian pirates. As a lion, he attacked the captain and tore him apart. Dionysus is also depicted riding a chariot drawn by lions.

𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧

Continuing the story of the Tyrrhenian pirates, after Dionysus killed the captain, the other sailors leaped into the sea and were transformed into dolphins.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞

Snakes are one of Dionysus' many forms, as they are chthonic creatures connected to the underworld. In some myths, Zeus took the form of a snake to conceive Dionysus with Persephone. Snakes were also used in Dionysian rituals, symbolizing fertility and the cycle of life. Dionysus is sometimes associated with the ouroboros, a serpent eating its own tail, representing eternal cycles. His followers, the Maenads, were said to dance with snakes, wearing them as crowns or charms.

𝐆𝐨𝐚𝐭

Goats are strongly linked to Dionysus, particularly through their association with satyrs, who resemble goats in behavior and appearance. Goats, like Dionysus, represent duality. During festivals like the Rural and City Dionysia, goats were often sacrificed. However, they were also considered a threat to vineyards, as they ate the grape leaves and fruit. Goats are connected with love, fertility, prophecy, and rebirth. They are also intensely associated with sexual energy. The traditional Balkan “Goat Dance” has roots in Dionysian worship.

𝐅𝐚𝐰𝐧

Wild deer and fawns are associated with Dionysus, and he is often depicted wearing a fawn-skin.

𝐁𝐞𝐞

Dionysus is also linked to bees, as he was nurtured with honey. He is credited with inventing mead and honey wine.

𝐅𝐨𝐱

In Greek mythology, the Teumessian fox, also known as the Teumessian vixen, was a gigantic fox that could never be captured. According to some myths, this creature was sent by the gods (possibly Dionysus) —to hunt the children of Thebes as punishment for a national crime.

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[ga-yuu]

Story Of Fate Rikka

This as before they were known as the powerful demons, 'The Great Demons'...

Tamamo: "Running away from home again? Rikka."

Rikka: "Why are you bringing that up?"

One snowy day.

For the first time in several years, Rikka appeared before Tamamo.

Tamamo: "What do I say then? I've known you a long time, ever since I met you as a child."

Tamamo: "You're always surprising me with your sudden disappearances and then coming back to me when I forget about you."

Tamamo: "You're a heartless friend. You won't even tell me where you are and what you're doing."

Rikka: "Well, I have a lot of things to do too. Troublesome things to be exact."

Tamamo: "If I pry too much into it, I know you won't be visiting me any more."

Rikka: "Tamamo's perceptiveness has always made things easy for me."

Tamamo: "........"

Then suddenly, Tamamo looked straight at Rikka.

Tamamo: "Rikka, do wanna go on a journey with me?"

Rikka: "Eh?"

Tamamo: "I'm about to leave the village of foxes. My surroundings have become even bloodier than they were a long time ago."

Rikka: ".........."

Rikka: "Haha. Are you inviting me on a journey for freedom?"

Tamamo: "It's a shame that I would be missing you, my only friend. So I thought it would be a good idea to take you with me."

Rikka: "Wow. You're so selfish."

Tamamo: "You're realising that now?"

The falling snow absorbs their voices as they laugh.

Tamamo: "Rikka. I don't know anything about the Yukijoro family."

Tamamo: "A mysterious clan that lives in the northernmost ice-shrouded part of the Otherworld. I won't ask you to tell me what you're up to."

Tamamo: "But we can run away together."

Rikka: "..........Tamamo."

After a freezing silence, Rikka opened his mouth.

Rikka: "I can't go anywhere. I'm not like you."

Rikka: "You can be anything, Tamamo. You can be The King of Foxes if you want or not."

Tamamo: "......."

Rikka: "But there is no future for me."

Tamamo: "No future? What are you saying?"

Tamamo frowned suspiciously.

Rikka: "Let me tell you something. The Yukijoro clan, is a female-only clan."

Rikka: "Our women leaves our clan to have a child and returns pregnant after having sex with a human man."

Rikka: "All babies born this way will be Yuki-onnas."

Rikka: "Sometimes they even lure human men, seduce them....and freezes them to death after having sex with them."

Rikka then gave a chilling smirk.

Rikka: "Yukijoro clan is lecherous, cold, and mysterious. ...So dirty that we can't interact with anyone. Do you get it now?"

Tamamo: "...Rikka, you?"

Rikka: "It is said that for the first time in 100 or 1000 or so years, a baby boy was born to a Yuki-onna."

Rikka: "And I'm given a different mission, unlike the women."

Rikka: "That's why...I can't leave with you. Forever."

Tamamo: ".........."

Rikka: "But, I wish you a safe journey. I hope we can meet again somewhere."

Rikka put his lips close to Tamamo's ear and whispered.

Tamamo stops him as he tried to leave...

Tamamo: "Wait."

Rikka: "....!"

Tamamo: "Don't say goodbye so easily."

Tamamo: "Out of respect for you, I won't say anything right now. But..."

Tamamo: "We will both outlive each other, and our paths that do not cross will one day cross."

Tamamo: "Then at that time, let's smile and walk in the same direction."

Rikka: "......."

Rikka: "Tolerance is, I think, in some ways a cruel thing."

Rikka: "...Thank you."

Tamamo pretended not to notice that his voice was slightly plucked by emotion.

A few minutes after Rikka talked to Tamamo-----

Rikka: "........"

The falling snow completely dyed the field white.

The shadow of Rikka standing in the middle of it looked melancholy.

Rikka: "I know you're there. Come out."

Yuki-onna: "......."

A woman in white steps noiselessly out of the darkness through the snow.

Rikka: "The watchdog of Yukijoro, huh?"

Rikka smiled at the woman who seemed to be from his own clan.

Yuki-onna: "Are you still playing around here?"

The woman glared at Rikka hatefully.

Yuki-onna: "You cannot allow yourself to be attached to anything. That fox, whom you know nothing about...let's kill him, shall we?"

Yuki-onna: "Even that fox is of an exceptional talent but still an incomplete vessel. Now, if our clan comes together and....."

Rikka: "........"

The next moment of freezing silence....

Rikka: "Try it, I dare you."

Yuki-onna: "Ngh..."

The pale woman's face became even bloodless as her entire body was enveloped in a sharp deadly atmosphere.

Rikka: "I accept my fate. But if I see you people messing with Tamamo...."

Rikka: "I'll freeze everything in the world."

Yuki-onna: ".....ah..."

Rikka passes by the Yuki-onna, who remain frozen to the ground speechless.

Rikka: "Tell that to the elders too."

After Rikka walked away, the Yuki-onna collapsed to the ground.

Rikka: "......."

The blizzard intensifies, as if snatching away Rikka's murmurs.

Rikka: "Why is that we always realise what's important only after we've lost it?.....Ah, another cold night is coming."

Rikka: "I thought I could become stronger if I had something to protect.....Tamamo..my hero, my friend...I hope that one day...."

'I do terrible things to you.'

If I say that, it will eventually become reality.

Struck by such a chilling premonition, Rikka swallowed his words and spilled a....chilling breath.

[purgetrooperfox]

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Nocte (sw):

is CMO of the Coruscant Guard. fiercely loyal to the Guard. deeply wary of the senate, with very few exceptions. he's my oldest oc and probably the one y'all are most likely to have heard of. integrated into arcs with many of my friends' ocs/fics/whatnot <3 what else goes in his elevator pitch,,, known to take kids and younger clones under his wing, protective to a fault, low tolerance for nonsense. beat around the bush at your own peril. questionable bedside manner. manwhore tendencies. I love him, you love him. he's been transplanted into [checks list] cod, tlou, and bebop

Uj'alayi (sw):

is an ARC trooper, used to work with the Shadows then got brutally injured and had to transition to the CG. owes his life to Quinlan Vos and is disgruntled about it. guard dog coded. his bite is exponentially bigger than his bark. on the surface: quick to laugh, quick to joke, charismatic and personable without being overbearing. this may or may not be a mask he wears. will lay a beat down on just about anyone if they Cause Issues for Fox. in the relationship of all time with Lane Hurosa (another of my ocs)

Bones (sw):

is marshal commander of the 410th recon corps under Bastra Vargdan (another of my ocs). traits include: CQC specialist, confounded by the concept of the Force, at least partly responsible for getting a gambling ring going in the GAR (has a poke face like nobody's business). outside of working hours, he's laid back, easygoing. stark contrast between On-Duty Bones and Off-Duty Bones. encyclopedic knowledge of regs, but flexible adherence to them sometimes. big brained tactical strategist, ended up teaching Bastra a Lot about like. how to lead a corps

Bastra (sw):

my Jedi 👉👈 trained by Sifo-Dyas so dookudyas is very dad-coded to him. specialized as an Investigator, excels at undercover ops. also has quite a bit of integration into my friends' oc arcs and stuff <3 buddies with Obi-Wan, gets on pretty well with the TG and CG since he spends a chunk of his time on Coruscant. ummmm he takes a Padawan like 10ish years before the war, somewhere in that range. he's a goofy guy, real stiff and formal a lot of the time but it lets up around people he trusts. of course I know him, he's me etc etc. he's currently getting transplanted into cp2077

Lane (sw):

is a journalist on Coruscant. they spend a Lot of time in the senate district, very good at schmoozing. certified flatterer. charming, if you will. always asking one million questions that senators do Not want to answer, which results in bans from various spots around the city LOL honestly they're just neat idk what to tell you. they stay following risky leads and getting themself into binds. they're squinting very hard at the details of how the Republic acquired a clone army

Myn (sw):

is a smuggler in the early Rebellion era. also a relentless optimist, sees the very first scraps of resistance and buys in immediately. IF somehow Nocte’s alive at that point, Myn's the one who tries and probably fails to sell him on participating in the rebellion

Vio Selnes (sw):

owns and operates a 24h diner on Coruscant. this diner gets heavy business from clones leaving 79s. connections to the clones leads to scattered connections with the Jedi, leads to the restaurant being used as a rendezvous point from time to time. part of Dexter Jettster's network

Jag (mk):

is part of the Kahn Guard when Kotal's in power. he was raised by the Shaolin Monks until he bailed, moved to the States, got into all sorts of illicit activities. Kung Jin eventually moves onto his couch and joins his crew. those illicit activities land him in a stint with the Black Dragon, which is a real lesson in Kano Is A Bastard. when Erron jumps ship, Jag goes with him. he's kind of an idiot, full of trussed issues, gay as hell, will bring a knife to a gunfight or a gun to a knife fight

Rose (mk):

is part of Danver's crew from before he went BD. the brains of that whole operation. she's severely underdeveloped unfortunately but I promise she's very cool. computer nerd. minimal filter on her in the best way

Eyes (cp2077):

is a ripperdoc with more focus on ripping than doc-ing. from Pacifica, got a long time connection to Mr. Hands. wound up in Maelstrom pretty young, cut his teeth on committing atrocities and revolutionizing Maelstrom's uhhh forcible cyberware implantations and general torture methods :) was real loyal to Brick, so Royce wrecked his shit when he took over, meant to kill him but he managed to get out. winds up on Viktor Vektor's table for recovery, tries very hard to turn over a new leaf. he's a fucked up bastard of a guy I shan't lie. compels me though

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

In Plain Sight (Part 3)

Summary: The reader and Jensen have a chat on the way to work about her birth mother. Meanwhile her quick thinking gets her some praise at work...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader (with lots of daughter!reader x OMC)

Word Count: 4,500ish

Warnings: language, mention of family angst

A/N: Wonder what happened with the reader’s birth mom...

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“Honey bun,” said your dad the next morning. He insisted on driving you in to work, even if you were fine to do so yourself. His voice was rough, laced with a lack of sleep. And he wondered where you got your morning grumpiness from. You grunted, sipping on your thermos filled with cold brew and ice. An affinity for black coffee was another thing you’d inherited from him.

“Father,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. Even though you were considered crew, you had a later start time to your day typically, normally a few hours after call time. You didn’t have to sit through hair and make up or do blocking after all. 

“Dost thou prefer to speaketh regarding young sire Foxe’s confession?” You rolled your eyes slowly, your dad chuckling deeply as he caught it in the side mirror. “You like my british accent.”

“That wasn’t british. That was butchering the english language,” you said, sitting upright, crossing your arms over your chest, snuggled up in a warm SPN crew hoodie you’d stolen years ago.

“I know Crew told you something very personal last night.” 

“He did. I’m assuming you knew about his family.” He hummed. 

“Episode one last season we’re in a car accident. He told me when I saw how shaken up he was at the end of that day. It’s not easy for him to share that. And the sad part is that the more well-known he gets, the more likely that information is going to get put out there without his consent.”

“That’s not guaranteed to happen,” you said, closing your eyes. “I know why you’re talking about this, dad.”

“I’m just saying, please be respectful of the information. That boy doesn’t need more heartbreak in his life.” You nodded, turning your head towards him.

“Crew’s your friend but you look out for him like a parent would, don’t you. You and mom.” He was quiet for a moment, parting his lips. “Dad. Come on. It’s obvious.”

“He is my friend. But this is a hard industry and I’d want someone to look out for you if I was gone. He deserves someone having his back. If that makes sense.”

“It does,” you said, glancing out the dark window again. “You and mom are good people, dad.”

“If you ever become a parent, you’ll know how much what you just said means to me,” he said quietly. 

“It was never your fault,” you said, still staring at the moving trees along the side of the highway. You hadn’t brought it up in years. You’d said it to him before but he had a tendency to shut down after you told him that. “Just like it wasn’t Crew’s fault.”

But this morning felt different. And you hoped he listened for once.

“I know it wasn’t, honey bun,” he whispered. “I just wish it never happened.”

“Me either but I want us to be able to talk about it because I recall doing a lot of talking and a lot more talking and you didn’t do any. It’s been a long time and one of us has a lot healthier way of dealing with it than the other.” A loud sigh filled the car, the air growing tense. “Dad.”

“Y/N. Enough. You know I’m hear to listen if you ever-”

“I thought you wanted us to be best friends again. Last I knew, best friends talked about shit like that with each other.”

“If I say I’ll talk to mom about it sometime will you drop it?” he said, voice harsher than he meant. 

“Fine,” you said quietly, glancing at him, his eyes focused on the road. “I get that I’m your kid but I’m not a little girl anymore. You can talk to me about her, about it, and I can handle it.”

“Leave her in the past where she belongs,” he said, words heavy. He was done talking about it until you were brave enough to bring it up again. 

But then he surprised you as he drove down an off ramp.

“I forgave myself for it a long time ago. No one could have changed a thing.” You sat up straight, giving him your attention. 

“Then why won’t you ever talk about it? I’ve thought you blamed yourself for years.” He smiled, a sad smile that made your gut ache.

“Because you don’t tell your child you hate their mother. You don’t raise a child to have hatred, even when it’s deserved. I love you too much to put that on you, make you cynical, afraid. But you’re right. You’re not a little girl and you’ve had some crappy life experiences all on your own. So the reason I never talked about how I felt is because I hate that bitch and I didn’t want my little girl to grow up with that. I wanted her to be understanding and have faith in the good in the world and to believe in the good crap. Why do you think I made you go to therapy as a kid? I needed to know that bitch didn’t put a dark mark on your heart that you’d carry with you. And maybe you thought I blamed myself but I will take your pity because that means you are kind and good and I did my job as a parent.”

You stared at him, his eyes hidden by the sides of his sunglasses but you felt him look in your direction. “I…thank you for telling me the truth.”

“You’re old enough to know,” he said. 

“For the record, I hate her too.” Now he was definitely looking, pulling to a stop at a sign, ignoring the line of cars behind him. He lifted his shades, worry in his green eyes. “I always understood her actions. But she hurt you and that pissed me off. As far as I’m concerned, all I ever had was you and Dee. You and my real mom. That woman that made me was an egg donor and that’s it. She never cared about either one of us and then she hurt you as much as me and the bitch can rot in hell for all I care.” 

“You always were protective of me, even when you were a kid,” he said softly, pulling his shades down and driving again. “You got that from me.”

“I got everything from you.” He reached over and ruffled your hair, trying to hide his grin. “You have to ruin the moment don’t you?”

“Absolutely. Far too sappy of a morning so far. So no more worrying about me alright?” he asked.

“Deal. Well, at least for that,” you said, his ruffling turning into a full on hair attack. “Dad! I have to work! I can’t look like shit!”

“Oh I’ll get one of the hair and makeup girls to fix it for you.” You huffed, pointing out the window at a building, earning a groan from him. “No.”

“Yes. You ruined my hair. Payback’s a bitch.”

“We get breakfast at work.” You crossed your arms, an overly dramatic sigh escaping him as he turned off the road and pulled into a parking spot. “Ten minutes. Max.”

“We’ll be in and out. Promise.”

“Good morning!” said Crew when you walked on set. You had your hood up, your hair still a hot mess while you sipped on your black coffee from dunkin donuts. You blinked slowly at him as your dad walked past you with a few boxes of munchkins. “I stopped at Starbucks on the way in. I could have-”

“This demon child doesn’t like starbucks. Something is wrong with her. Truly.”

“I like dunkin donuts. Black,” you mumbled as you noticed Crew was holding two cups in his hand, one of them filled with whipped cream and something syrupy looking. “What is that?”

“Uh…a peppermint mocha…for you,” he said, holding it out cautiously. “I knew you were coming in early today and thought you might like something special…” he trailed off as you stared at it. Carefully you took a lick of the whip cream as he held the cup, Crew’s eyes wide as you bent down and slowly straightened. 

“I like whip cream. But not in my coffee,” you said, offering a tired smile. “I’ll make an exception today.”

“Uh,” he repeated, still holding the cup. You held up your hands, a cup in one hand, boxes of mini donuts in the other. “Oh. Oh! Your hands are full. That makes more…sense.”

You grinned, blinking away the sleep in your eyes. “Did you think I was making a sexual gesture Crew?” You slipped past him and smirked. “What a filthy mind you have…” You turned and went back, licking at the whipped cream again.

“You’re fucking with me. Aren’t you.” You licked your lips, Crew watching the motion closely.

“Me? No, no. I’d never dream of it,” you said. “Thank you for the coffee Crew. You can leave it in hair and makeup. I’ll find it.”

“I’ll get you black next time. Extra whip cream.” You pouted but found yourself smiling, Crew returning it. “Later, kid.”

“Later, Foxe.”

It was a long day and you were actually quite grateful for Crew’s sugary coffee when it was night time and you were still shooting. There’d been issue after issue today that delayed filming but the crew appreciated the donuts you and your dad had brought in for a treat that morning. Your boss had told you that you could go home a few hours ago but you knew they were doing the big car stunt in the night and the shots of that would be great promotional material for the next season.

“Jensen. Crew,” called the director. Both of them hopped up from their seats in the tent shoved in an alley between buildings. You followed after with your camera around your neck, settling into where you wanted to be for your shots. You were past the camera rigging and after discussing with stunts earlier, you knew where a safe place to stand would be as the car drove past you.

But while you watched the two of them take their marks in the middle of the road, something nagged at your gut. You glanced over your shoulder at the stunt car, eyeing it suspiciously while the director and a producer talked to Crew and your dad much farther down the street.

“Hi,” you said to the stunt driver, the man giving you a tired nod. “How’s the car running?”

“Hm?”

“How’s the car handling? I imagine it’s much rougher than a normal car.”

“Stunt cars are normally bare bones. They get beat to shit,” he said. “You’re the new photographer? Jensen’s kid?”

“Yeah,” you said, holding up the camera. “You mind if I get a few shots of you and the car for behind the scenes stuff?”

“Go for it,” he said. You didn’t bother to pose him and he didn’t seem to mind given it was close to midnight and this was his last shot of the night. He did give you a strange look though when you got down on the ground and took a picture of the undercarriage. “I’m getting the signal. I got to go.”

You let him get in the car as you sat back on your knees, glancing through your photos. You quickly stood and walked in front of the car, the guy getting halfway out. “Kid, you can’t stand there. You have to-”

“You know who’s in charge of the stunt cars?” He stared at you like you were an idiot. “Who is in charge of the stunt cars?”

“Y/N! Get out of the damn way!” shouted a producer from down the street. 

“Not until I can talk to whoever is in charge of these cars!” you shouted back. Suddenly the director, two producers, someone from stunts and both Jensen and Crew were headed your way.

“It’s your funeral,” muttered the stunt guy, shutting the door and leaning back against it. 

“What the hell is going on? Get out of the way, Ackles,” said the producer. 

“Over my dead body I move,” you said, waiting until everyone was within earshot, ignoring the producer that was growing louder and more impatient with each passing second.

“Jensen deal with your fucking child,” said that producer when your dad got closer. His eyebrows shot up, a dry laugh escaping him. “I’m not joking. She only got this job-”

“She got this job because she’s a good photographer, dickhead,” said your boss who’d jogged over. 

“Now that’s the second time in two days you’ve insulted her. First it was yesterday when a fucking safety protocol was missed. Granted, it was a minor one but she could have been seriously injured and now today-”

“She’s holding up a fucking scene! We only have an hour before we have to pay everyone-”

“Are you worried about fucking overtime right now?” barked back your dad. “This is not the first time I have-”

“Don’t you pull that lead actor shit on me, pretty boy. I was doing this when-”

“Oh, don’t start, Todd. You have a history of harassing younger staff and I never wanted you to join this season.”

“I fucking knew it was you who-”

“Y/N, why won’t you move?” asked Crew calmly.

“She’s a diva like her father,” said the producer.

“She’s doing us a fucking favor filling in last second like she is, putting her own business on hold for it. Show some damn respect,” said your boss.

“She’s holding up a scene!” shouted the producer.

“Because the air smells like fish oil,” you said. The producer threw up his hands as your dad and the stunt coordinator stared at you. 

“Whoopey-di-fucking-doo. There’s stale fish in a trash-”

“Leaking break fluid smells like fish oil,” you said, turning around your camera, showing them the screen. “And that is a leak, forming a puddle under this car you were about to drive at your two lead actors at high speed.”

“That’s bullshit. That’s-”

“She’s right,” said the stunt coordinator, wiping a hand over his face. “That’s what that smell is.”

“How the fuck does she know-”

“My diva father taught me on our muscle car. But I’m just a diva photographer that only got this job because of her daddy, right? What do I know?” you said, giving the producer your best bitch face. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crew trying to hide a smile while your dad wore the one on his face proudly. 

“I…” said the producer, turning to the stunt coordinator. “This is your fault.”

“This was an accident. You have a flaw in your safety check with the stunt cars. All you have to do is fix it,” you said calmly. “But the way you spoke to me this morning and then now-”

“What the fuck did he say to you this morning?” said your dad.

“He told me I wasted time yesterday and I wouldn’t be paid for the full day.”

“You told a union member you were docking her pay?” said your boss.

“She’s not in the fucking union. She’s-”

“She joined the union when she was in college during an internship and she kept up her dues,” said your dad, turning to your boss. “I’m not a manager but it sounds like he crossed a line with your union employee.”

“I was just-”

“There are rules for a reason, to protect employees from assholes like you. She had a medical emergency, caused by this fucking set. You’re lucky she’s not suing,” said your dad.

“You’re fired.” Everyone turned to the other producer who hadn’t said a word, his eyes locked onto Todd’s. “You’ve been on the job a week and I’ve already had too many complaints from young employees about you. Now you threaten to illegally dock pay. Pack up your shit and leave. You’ll get a nice compensation package so just fucking leave.”

Todd didn’t say a word as he walked away. It was only then that you realized Crew had come up to your side, his hand on your lower back steadying you when you breathed deeply.

“Sorry for my language,” you said quietly, glancing down.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Y/N,” said the producer. “And I’m making an executive decision. No stunts with vehicles until every single one of them is checked and extra precautions are taken going forward.”

“We can make the scene work without that one shot,” said the director. “We already have the one of the stunt guys. Jensen and Crew will just show a bit more emotion on their faces when we cut to them lying in the road, right guys?”

“Of course,” said Crew, your dad giving a nod as he looked at you. 

“Sorry,” you said again. He shook his head with a smile.

“Don’t apologize. God, don’t apologize for standing up for Crew and mine’s safety. You did the right thing,” said your dad.

“I could have just said something and not…now you’re down a producer and it’s my fault. I-” 

“He made his own bed. As a producer we’re all responsible for on set safety and he tried to pass the buck onto stunts. I’m Nolan by the way and if photography ever doesn’t do it for you anymore, consider management because you sure as shit got the backbone for it.”

“Uh, thank you,” you said, pursing your lips. “So uh, can we go back to work so the rest of the crew isn’t awkwardly staring at us anymore?”

“I think that’s a good idea. We’ll need to write up an incident report but we can do that in the morning with fresh eyes,” said Nolan. “Nice catch, Y/N.”

“Hey,” said your dad when he and Crew guided you to walk with them down the street towards where they’d want to be filming now. “How’d you smell that fluid from so far away? I didn’t notice until we were next to the car.”

“I didn’t. I had a funny feeling something was off so I made an excuse to get closer to the car. Then I noticed the smell and took a picture underneath and saw the leak,” you said. 

“She’s always had a sixth sense about that sort of thing,” he said to Crew.

“I guess this means I owe you coffee every morning for like, ever?” joked Crew. 

“I’ll settle for you guys being okay,” you said, closing your eyes. “I have to find a new spot to shoot from. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Honey bun.” You stopped in your tracks, spinning around. “Proud of you for trusting your instincts and standing up for us and yourself.”

“I second that like, a gajillion times,” said Crew. 

“Thanks guys. Now get back to work so we can all get home.”

“Alright, alright,” you heard as you woke up that night, about three hours after you’d finished work. You must have been screaming, eyes screwed tight as you clutched your blankets to your chest. The bed dipped behind you and a pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso. “I got you, baby. Daddy’s here. You’re safe.”

“I should have told you I didn’t want to go to the park,” you said, fighting back tears, your heart thundering. “I had the same feeling I had tonight but I didn’t listen.”

“You were seven years old, honey bun. You never did a single thing wrong.” He shushed you, the door creaking and shutting gently. 

“I woke you up. You’re so tired and you have work,” you whined, burying your face in your pillow, hiding away from him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come on,” he said, releasing you for only a moment before you were back in his arms and he was carrying you along with your blankets out of the room and down the hall. 

“I’m twenty five, dad,” you cried, tucking your face into his neck. “You don’t have to do this anymore.”

“And I don’t give a shit how old you are. I’m not leaving you alone tonight. End of discussion.” You fisted a hand in his shirt, wetting it, not opening your eyes as you were tucked between his warm body and your mom’s in their bed. Gentle fingers ran over your head, more sobs wracking your body. “Talk to us. Come on, baby. You know it’ll help.”

“You could have died and Crew could have died and it would have been my fault cause I thought something was wrong. You got hurt when I didn’t listen to it before,” you said, trying to pull the blankets over your head but he wouldn’t let you. “If I’d listened when I was a kid it wouldn’t have happened and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I got you hurt and the only reason I was brave enough to say anything tonight was because I was so scared of it happening again.”

Suddenly you werre pulled upright, two strong hands on your arms, forcing you to stare at your dad. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your nose was a mess as you watched him shake his head. 

“That bitch hurt the both of us. You were the child and I was the adult. It was never on you to protect me. It never will be. I’m the one that failed you. I failed you and you never saw me as the bad guy. As the pathetic man I thought I was. You never made me feel less than even when I deserved it. Because you love me. Because it wasn’t my fault you’d tell me. It was hers. And I believed you. I clung to the word of that seven year old and I still do. If I can believe you, then you can believe me. Neither one of us could have stopped it. And I’m goddamn proud of you for protecting Crew and me tonight. I know you hated that, hated standing up like that to people with so much control. You weren’t brave because you were afraid of me being hurt. You were brave because you know you’ll risk getting hurt to do the right thing. You’ll risk your job to make sure I’m okay. Because you care. You have been a brave little badass since you were seven years old. I will never be afraid of you not standing up for yourself or other people. So stand up for yourself, Y/N. It was not your fault. You were not supposed to stop the unstoppable.”

You sniffled, feeling small and like you were that little girl again, spending the night in his bed, terrified to leave his side, him terrified to leave yours.

He wiped off your face with his palms, tucking your hair behind your ears, running his hand over your head. “Tell me you believe me, honey bun.”

“I do,” you said quietly, a barely there smile on his face. Your mom hugged your from behind as he pulled you both into his chest. “Do I have to go to therapy again?”

“Because you have one nightmare after a hard night? No. And you make those choices now, not us,” he said, kissing the top of your head. 

“How can you love someone who’s half someone you hate?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“You are genetically half hers. But that’s it. The rest of you is all me, all Dee. I’ll love you with every ounce of my soul until the day I die and every day of wherever I go after that too. Blood doesn’t automatically mean family. Not at all.”

“I know,” you whispered, reaching an arm back to hug your mom. “I’m glad you taught me about Baby even though I complained the whole time.”

“Me too. And Crew.”

“Do you think he’s okay?” you asked. “Cause of the accident and everything.”

“He’s alright, I made sure before I left him tonight.” You nodded, your heart finally calming. 

The next thing you knew you were waking up in the middle of their king sized bed alone, stretching as you saw the clock was close to eight, mom dropping the other guys off at school. You snuggled back down into the bed, clutching a pillow to your chest when the door opened.

“Hey,” said your dad, lightly patting your cheek. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”

“Unless you’ve made me eggs and bacon, that is a cruel greeting,” you groaned, blinking open your eyes to find him walking across the room towards his closet in a towel and with damp hair. “You have far more trust in that towel than I do.”

“You do realize you’ve seen me naked only several thousand times? I was a single father for a while you know.”

“Remember when I asked why you had a tail,” you giggled. “I thought you were part dog or something. Like a werewolf.”

“I remember when you kicked me in the nuts so hard I nearly passed out in the tub. Nearly ensured you were my only heir,” he chuckled from inside the closet.

“You were a good dad back then too,” you said, hearing the sound of clothes shifting stop. “I mean, you took baths with me and let me sleep in your bed and took me to school and you did everything, even when you must have been exhausted.”

“I was young and I was not perfect. I know that. You probably know it too. But I wasn’t striving for perfection. If you were clean and fed and happy and safe, I was happy too.” He stepped out of the closet in a pair of jeans and a black henley t-shirt, crossing his arms. “It helped having a good kid. Made things easier.”

“I am pretty amazing,” you said, yawing and closing your eyes again.

“And so modest too,” he said, slapping your thigh. “Up or I’ll tell Karl Urban you think he’s hot.”

You immediately sat up, giving him a death glare. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“How about Josh Duhmel? Stephen Amell? We can tell Quaid you think he’s a cutie with a cute ass. I got a whole laundry list of famous people I know that you think are hot. Your move.”

“You’re evil, father,” you said, gathering up your blankets and walking for the door. “But I respect it.”

“I need to pass along my evil tendencies to at least one of you,” he chuckled, catching the edge of your blanket, stopping you halfway out the door. You glanced up at him, his green eyes soft. “You okay?”

“Thanks for making me talk about it,” you said. He pulled you into a hug, kissing your temple. “Father.”

“Daughter.”

“I appreciate the moment but I really need to go pee, like now.” He released you and you took off down the hall. “I’ll be ready in ten!”

“So be ready to go in twenty. Got it.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

[redux-iterum]

Founders: Moorlands

(Original title of WindClan)

GRAY WING

“When the holly leaf is eaten by deer, the round leaves grow back bristling. Likewise should the wise leader’s losses grow into strength. The fool leader laments the damaged Clan and never rebuilds.” —Clan Upkeep in Proverbs for a Leader, accredited to Gray Wing

Sometimes considered the Crone’s fifth disciple and the true first leader of WindClan, Gray Wing was considered by many an excellent choice for the Crone’s successor to the Moorland. The epics say he was Clear Sky’s brother, and while he was far less outwardly cruel than him, he still had his fair share of controversies to dispute past his death. For one, his relationships with kittypets were usually rocky, even so far as to suggest an abused kittypet return to her humans and unsavory living conditions. His relationships with Dewdrop and River Ripple were noted to be rather terse.

Despite his opinions on kittypets, he was an affectionate mate and caring father. Unfortunately most of the segments on Gray Wing’s family life are forgotten by the Clans, but snippets of them appear in the standard recitals of the Epic of the Crone's Lands. He had at least one litter he sired himself, but he was also known to be a father figure to multiple other litters. 

As for his leadership position, Gray Wing was remembered as a cunning tactician, utilizing his cats’ skills, pelt colors, the weather, and the terrain in his strategies. Most of the wisdoms about battle tactics in Proverbs for a Leader are accredited to him, much to the embarrassment of ThunderClan. Some cats say that when a cat is named -wing, it’s in reference to Gray Wing, but this is not the case.

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DUSTY

“The fox and badger should bother you no longer, dear old friend. The Untamed One sends her regards, but it is clear that an Untamed like her and we snow-stained cannot get along. Perhaps one day when our Grandmother has swallowed our bones, our kittens' kittens and her kittens' kittens shall frolick under the Eyes of the Crows. Oh how I wish to see that day for myself.” —Dusty, from the Dawn section of the Epic of the Crone’s Lands

Before the Crone’s arrival, cats were divided into two categories: rogues like Brawn and Slash who used their superior strength to enforce their fickle will onto their fellow cats, and the cats they pushed around. However, most scholars propose there was a third category: cats who used their cunning to evade the rogues’ efforts to subdue them. Dusty was one of these in the proposed third category, as few rogues would dare cross a cat who can call on other beasts to defend them.

This cat never featured in the Epic of the First Clan, but the Crone often made passing remarks of asking “the polyglot barn cat” to ask a trespassing badger or fox to leave. The jack's proper arrival to the Clans came after the Crone’s death, whereupon Dusty joined WindClan and eventually became respected enough for Gray Wing to offer deputyship. Back then, every Clan encouraged learning to speak Fang, but as time wore on, only the Moorlanders’ descendants still actively teach it, all thanks to a polyglot jack.

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MOTH FLIGHT

There were many wonders and horrors she saw. A rabbit of starlight and his shadow in the moon. A lamb and a wolf that were neither lamb nor wolf. A bog in the lands where the sun sleeps. The dark. The long dark. The first spark of fire and the last breath of wind. The embrace of our Grandmother. —From the Nightfall section of the Epic of the Crone’s Lands

Considering their history, no one would have anticipated the ancestor of WindClan to produce the cat to discover the Mother. It is uncertain if she was born to the Pilgrims or to a local queen and took on a Pilgrim’s name later in life. What is certain is her strange behavior that led her to wander the moorlands like a stain of moonlight, foregoing hunting in favor of naming every bug that she came across.

Her story says that as a nameless kitten, she followed a strange moth with wings of different colors who whispered poems of the future. The moth protected her from the eyes of sparrowhawks and the noses of foxes, all the way to Highstones. Upon finding the Mother’s Maw, the moth perched on the kitten’s head, urging her to delve into the ancient secrets of the world. Led by her heart and guided by her whiskers, the kitten found the Moonstone, illuminated by the full moon. Exhausted from her journey, she slept there, dreaming of uncountable and indescribable things to the mind of any breathing being, even humans.

When she was found, she was bestowed the name Moth—or Moth Flight, depending on who you ask. Her story from there on out is hazy, though some sections say she and the high quean Daisy Bloom clashed in an issue regarding kittens, separate from the issue involving the creation of Clan Law.